Times when schools close down, times when nights are
shorter, times when you love your cottons and coolers, times when you prefer to
be locked indoors in the mornings-noons, times when even the cooking lovers
hate to enter their kingdoms, times when you gorge on cucumbers, kulfis &
golas, times when sugarcane juice joints are the most crowded of all, times
when Baroda’s Ratri Bazaar which are usually open till 2am past midnight and people
crave for more, times when sunstrokes dance around, times when you tan and hair
is a mess.
I am wholly talking about my city Baroda’s summer where I am since 20 years. Yes, my father’s and hubby’s job did give me ample of opportunities to be acquainted to Dehradun, Moradabad, Delhi, Meerut, Ahmedabad, Pune and Gandhinagar but Baroda is a place where I belong to from the bottom of my heart and of course my native Trichur (Kerala).
I am wholly talking about my city Baroda’s summer where I am since 20 years. Yes, my father’s and hubby’s job did give me ample of opportunities to be acquainted to Dehradun, Moradabad, Delhi, Meerut, Ahmedabad, Pune and Gandhinagar but Baroda is a place where I belong to from the bottom of my heart and of course my native Trichur (Kerala).